According to Dana Gould, in Dog Heaven, it rains bones at people time and cats run out of holes in the ground at 3pm each afternoon. Presumably, the ground in Dog Heaven is lose enough to dig easily but also moist enough to be enjoyably muddy. Dog Heaven is characterised also by its frequent trees and other vertical columns, each of which is covered in a vast array of canine-beguiling scents.

There may not be be any such thing as People Heaven, but there must be a Dog Heaven. There must…

…dogs deserve it.

Dog Heaven is, of course, also Cat Hell. There is no Cat Heaven (and no Dog Hell, either).